Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 (7 page)

Kevin straightened his shoulders,
finger on the trigger. He didn’t want to shoot her, but the way she
looked at him, like he was a piece of meat in the supermarket, made
him miserably uncomfortable.

“
How do you know my name?” he
said.

Elsie glanced rapidly from Kevin to
Molly and back to Kevin. Gertrude sighed.

“
Darling,” said the blond woman.
“I’m Molly Biggins.”

Chapter
Seven

Elsie never pretended to be the
perfect bride. She was too far from grace to be that, and she’d
told Kevin so much. But she wanted to “save herself” for the
wedding night, even denying Kevin one last roll in the hay before
the big day. And her last jobs were easy enough, she didn’t need to
pull the sex card to complete the mission. Her first night as a
married woman was to be special.

And then Molly went down on her,
and Elsie forgot even the pretense of chastity.

Did it count if your sex partner
was the same gender?

Molly’s tongue glided over her
clitoris and lips, into her tunnel. Warmth spread from her hips to
belly, an orgasm building slow and steady. The blond woman, despite
her other faults, knew what she was doing, and did it so well.
Elsie couldn’t help but grind her hips on Molly’s mouth.

Pussy wetter than a cat sprayed by
a garden hose, Elsie had been close to coming.

The last thing she expected was
Kevin to show up with a gun in his hand. To make matters worse, her
mother came in behind him, the gold revolver Dad had given her
cocked and ready to fire.

And why was Mom using Kevin as a
human shield?

All the warm build up from being
eaten out ebbed and drained down to her toes, disappearing
entirely. Nerves raw and on edge, and entirely unsatisfied from
being denied an orgasm, veins throbbed in Elsie’s temples. Searing
hot anger poured through her.

A shouting match ensued. Too many
loud words, too many guns in one small room. Elsie had defused many
similar situations in the past, where tempers flared and men were
quick to draw weapons. She took pride in being a calm center in the
storm.

This was entirely
different.

This time, she felt whipped and
carried away by the storm. And she had no idea why she felt that
way.

Elsie wanted to kill Kevin for…
some crime he didn’t know he committed. Hell, even she wasn’t sure
why.

But then Molly said something
otherwise inconspicuous, her Russian accent crumbling and turning
more Midwestern. “Darling, I’m Molly Biggins.”

Kevin’s face blanched, as if he’d
seen a train-wreck and was powerless to stop it. His hands
trembled, the gun shaking, and a cold sweat broke out in his
hairline. Elsie studied him carefully.

“
Kevin,” she said, trying her best
to keep calm, but her voice shook. “Do you know this
woman?”

He shook his head, but only
slightly, and his eyes were plastered on Molly. Not on her breasts
or legs. He was studying her face.

If she had her 9mm, Elsie would’ve
shot Kevin herself. For once, she was thankful for Zack, though
he’d never know it or even appreciate it.

“
Kevin,” Elsie said, sterner and
with fire in her voice. She felt like a broken record. “Do you know
this woman?”

Mom peeled her death stare away
from Molly, and looked Elsie in the eyes. “Leave. You don’t want to
be here.”

“
What are you talking about?
Mother, what’ve you gotten into?”

“
Elsie, I love you. But you need
to walk away from this.”

Her mother’s eyes were steel, hard
and cold. Elsie knew Mom was more than she seemed. Like mother like
daughter, Gertrude Turner was a spy. But what did Elsie really know
about the woman? She wasn’t entirely sure what organization Mom had
worked for, if she still worked in the business.

And Kevin…

Elsie knew he target practiced with
his best friend, Brad. But Kevin held himself like a professional.
He didn’t even budge out of the way for Mom, keeping his body
between her and Nikolai.

She was angry for not seeing the
signs earlier. The man knew how to handle a pistol, and while he
wasn’t entirely keeping his cool under pressure, he certainly kept
his fighting posture steady. He was ready for a
gunfight.

No way Kevin was just a “corporate
rat” like he told her. There was a reason for all his trips to D.C.
Her fiancee was a spy, he didn’t need to tell her. She saw it now,
in the way he carried himself and held a gun.

Was there a reason he met her in
the first place? For his odd behavior as their wedding day got
closer? Was he spying on Elsie?

A million horrible thoughts
collided in her head all at once, exploding in a deadly firebomb
nova. Elsie felt violated for learning he wasn’t exactly who he
always said he was.

Worse, now wasn’t the time to ask
him questions. Elsie needed to keep her head clear and diffuse this
situation.

If only she was wearing underwear.
And her pussy soaked from an incomplete orgasm. And if she had a
gun.

“
Elsie,” said Mom. “Do as I
say.”

“
No,” Elsie said, not quite
regretting her bitchy tone of voice. “Whatever’s going on between
you and…” She couldn’t say the name Molly, not now. “…her, needs to
get resolved.”

“
Oh what a load of crap,” Kevin
blurted. “What’s going on between you and… her?”

“
That—that’s irrelevant!” said
Elsie. “It was nothing!”

“
Nothing? Looked like a soaking
wet nothing from here.”

Mom boxed Kevin on the side of his
face. He took the hit like a pro, head bending with the blow, brows
furrowed and reddened with anger.

“
There’s one
solution to our mess,” said Molly. “Gertie
comes
with
me.”

The way she said “comes”
simultaneously curled Elsie’s toes and made her stomach
churn.

Mom withdrew her gun, and dropped
it into her purse. She stepped around Kevin, putting a hand on his
forearm to gently get him to draw down, too.

“
Mother!” Elsie said. “You’re not
seriously going with her?”

“
She’s right,” she said. “This is
between me and Molly.”

“
I won’t allow this. I won’t let
this strange bitch hurt you.”

Molly cleared her throat, a happy
and light smile spread across her smeared red lips. “Darling,
please. I wouldn’t dream of hurting Gertie. Much less
you.”

Molly winked at Elsie, a playful
giggle erupted from her throat. She motioned to her goon, Nikolai,
to stand down, and offered an arm to Mom.

They walked out arm in arm, a
crooked scrunch in Mom’s brow. Elsie leaned against the counter,
helpless.

Kevin kept his distance, gun still
in hand. “Well now,” he said. “What’s the next move?”

Elsie waited until the front door
slammed shut. “Go fuck yourself,” she said. She pushed him out of
the way and ran downstairs.

Chapter
Eight

Kevin didn’t exactly know what to
do. Elsie’s shove was rough, and a lot stronger than he expected.
He shifted his weight, taking the blow with his back
foot.

The pitter-patter of her feet on
the sandy brown carpet was rapid fire. Shoulders hunched and arms
crossed in front of her stomach, face hidden by her hair, Elsie
disappeared around the corner downstairs. Kevin wasn’t sure if she
was crying.

Elsie was pretty talented at
holding it in. Better than many men.

They’d had their disputes by now,
like when Kevin forgot Elsie’s birthday, and when she had
mysteriously disappeared without saying a word. Truth was, Elsie
being angry at him lifted the weight of his secret a little bit.
She couldn’t be more angry at him, or if so, at least the camel’s
back was already broken.

He still couldn’t tell her he was a
spy, though Elsie deserved the truth. Some secrets had to remain
secret, even if they hurt to keep them in.

Kevin stood at the top of the
stairs, debating whether to go down and comfort Elsie or not. What
was he going to say? Or do, besides pat her on the shoulder and lie
about things being alright?

He took each step at a time, every
footfall loud as possible to let her know he was coming.

Elsie sat at the minibar, a bottle
of Jack Daniels at her elbow and a crystal shot glass in one hand.
Niagara Falls ran down her face, along with streaked mascara. She
looked like a raccoon.

Kevin waved and plastered a smile
on his face. “I’m not angry about…”

…
what?

Walking in while a strange woman
buried her face in between Elsie’s legs? Jealous, maybe. Angry,
nope. How could he be angry about that?

But he was angry that the strange
woman was no other than the mysterious Biggins who haunted his
nightmares.

He cleared his throat and started
over. “Wanna talk?”

“
No.” Elsie poured herself another
shot and whisked it back. Her head shook from the stinging burn of
alcohol, and she turned away from him.

Kevin touched her shoulder, and she
pulled away as if his fingers were on fire.

“
We’ll find your mother,” he
offered. “We can…”

Shit, call the authorities? Use his
spy talents to get her back? Kevin didn’t have an easy
answer.

“
We’ll find her,” he said
again.

“
Blow it out your asshole,” said
Elsie, cold and calm. Scary calm. She poured another
drink.

The drink wasn’t for
Kevin.

He walked to the billiard table. It
was a simple thing to set the balls in the triangle, keep his mind
busy while Elsie fumed at him. Kevin had to do something, and
wasn’t sure what exactly to do besides putz with his hands. He got
a stick off the wall, chalked it, and broke the balls.

The hard clattering of balls
hitting balls was satisfying.

Pool wasn’t his game. Elsie, when
they first met, used to believe he allowed her to win. Truth was,
Kevin was terrible at angles, and playing in a smoke filled bar
while buzzed just made his game worse.

He made three attempts to sink the
eight ball before Elsie turned around. She sat askance, legs
crossed and sundress riding high up on her thigh. She wasn’t
wearing panties, far as he knew.

For some dumb reason, that thought
made Kevin hard. So he stood behind the billiard table, and bent
forward slightly with his palms pressed against the table’s
rim.

Kevin stared into Elsie’s eyes for
a long moment. He wanted nothing more than to wipe away the goofy
raccoon mascara smudges running down both sides of her
face.

Elsie’s chin and cheeks got
tighter. Fierce. Her brows tightened, and she stared right back at
him. The mascara smudges were more like warpaint now.

Great. Now she was buzzed enough to
feel brave. Kevin swallowed.

“
What the hell,” said Elsie, voice
gravelly and husky, “is your connection to Biggins?”

“
Connection?” said Kevin, knowing
his bluff was already called. Elsie was too smart for him. That
made her dangerous. Both to him, and to herself.

“
Yes,” she said. Elsie slid off
the barstool and strutted to the billiard table. Palms pressed flat
on the table, she faced off with Kevin, giving him a good view of
her cleavage. “Your connection. She knew you. And when you realized
who she was, I could hear your testicles rolling around on the
floor.”

“
I don’t know her at all,” Kevin
replied. “Not as well as you do, apparently.”

Elsie blushed and stood up
straighter, and pointed an accusing finger at Kevin. “It was
your
fantasy, mister.
Isn’t that what you used to tell me?”

“
Yeah. But I
figured we’d invite another woman to play
together
. Wasn’t that
the plan?”

“
The plan? We’re not even married.
And you’re lecturing me about what I can and can’t do?”

“
What does that have to do with
anything?”

“
I’m a single woman! I can have
whoever I want between my legs!”

“
Maybe I’ll find a floozie to play
with!”

“
Fine!” she said.

“
Fine!” he said.

“
Fine! But you still didn’t answer
my question.”

“
You didn’t exactly answer
mine.”

“
You didn’t ask one.” Elsie leaned
forward again, eyes hard as steel. No traces of tears were left.
She was all hard boiled, and looked ready to crack his nuts
open.

Kevin gripped the pool stick in
both hands, sweaty palms slick on the smooth hardwood. “What
is
your
relationship with Biggins?”

“
I just met the bitch,” said
Elsie, tone even and cruel. “And she kidnapped my mother for
reasons I don’t understand.” She paused, a lock of hair falling
over one brow, which Kevin always found sexy until now. “Your
turn.”